Through Glass Shards
by LittleKnux2008
Summary: Jennifer, HHH's sister, has been valeting for Evolution for 2 months & recieving the physical end of the deal. When she breaks things off, will she be able to achieve her dream, or will her bro stop it from happening? R/R
1. Chapter I

A/N:  I'm back!  The main reason that I'm doing this story is that I got bored with my other story – "Dangerous Business".  Writing a Hell in a Cell match is tougher than I thought it would be.  The other reason is that I really, really, don't like Evolution, or whatever Flair's group call their stupid selves.  Anyway, please review!  Also, I've decided to use the wrestlers' ring names instead of their "real" names because it would just be too confusing.

Disclaimer:  I don't own anything with the exception of Jennifer.

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Through Glass Shards

Chapter 1

       The ring shook slightly as two bodies crashed against it.  Both fallen men – HHH and Y2J – lay sprawled over the canvas for a minute before struggling to their feet.  On the side of the ring, a brunette slammed her hand against the canvas again, yelling at the two wrestlers, and raking her hands through her dark brown hair that was presently in curls.  Her brown eyes narrowed as Jericho made it to his feet first, with HHH still stumbling off of his knees.  The brunette cried at HHH in despair, and then nibbled her lip in despair as Y2J gained the upper hand.  Beside her, Flair was yelling something at HHH.  The girl stared down at her clothes, cursing her clothing choice for the match.  A black fringe skirt with a diagonal end that traveled from just above her knee to the middle of her shin, clunky high heels, and an off the shoulder shirt – definitely not something she could throw a decent kick in without giving Y2J a free show.  Still thinking of her predicament, she didn't look at the match until the mat shook again.  HHH had delivered the pedigree and Y2J was down for the count. 

       1…2…3!  The brunette let out a cry of joy, and then stepped into the ring.  She shouted a quick congratulations to HHH, who made a move to injure Y2J and to carry out the match after the bell.  Immediately, the girl placed her hands in front of him, shouting to him not to.

       "Get out of my way, Jennifer!" he growled, gently shoving his sister away.  While HHH had been delayed, Flair had slipped in and applied the Figure Four.  Jennifer ruthlessly tugged him off.  Flair whirled around, giving Jennifer a punch in the face.  

       The brunette spun and her body slammed against the mat.  She wasn't a wrestler, and Flair had put enough force to knock down one.  Already the burning pain spread across her cheek.  She clutched at it, and then looked across the ring.  HHH hadn't bothered to check on her, and was now dismantling Jericho with Flair.  _My own brother…_Jennifer thought sadly.  Slowly, using the ropes, she pushed herself to her feet, leaning against the turnbuckle.    

       Finally, the shaking of the mat beneath her feet stopped.  HHH and Flair raised their arms in victory, and started through the ropes.  

       "C'mon," snapped HHH to Jennifer.  She sighed sadly.  His tone had been disgusted, not concerned.  While HHH and Flair walked up the ramp to the boos of the fans. The fans then looked to the still Jennifer, waiting for her response, and looking in awe at the bruise rapidly forming on her cheek.  Her gaze settled on Jericho.  Blood had seeped from his forehead into his blond hair from the title belt slamming into his head.  Jennifer sighed and bowed her head, stepping from the ring, quietly going up the steel ramp.  The fans voiced their disappointment, and Jennifer did her best to ignore them, and the stares that a few of the wrestlers wandering around gave her.  Pity.

       Jennifer walked into the locker room, her lips pursed ready to say something.  HHH turned around, having been standing in front of the lounging Flair, Batista, and Randy.  Jennifer shrunk in his glare and closed her mouth, sitting down on the last available recliner.  HHH rolled his eyes and continued his speech.  

       "Why?" her voice sounded cracked, but it gained the attention of the four men.  "Why did you hit me?" she repeated, stronger this time as she looked at Flair.  

       "You got in the way," he replied icily, as he sneered at her.  The four men returned to their conversation, leaving Jennifer with her jaw open slightly.  Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.  She meekly stood up and made her way to the door.

       "Where are you going?" questioned HHH, narrowing his eyes carefully at his sister.  He raised his eyebrow as Jennifer stared at him blankly, a tear threatening to spill.  

       "To get something to eat, if that's alright with you, your majesty," she snapped, and, not waiting for a response, slamming the door behind her.  Instead of going to the cafeteria, Jennifer headed to the backstage bathroom.  

       The bathroom was rather nice, a reason why Jennifer had come in.  There was a "room" before the stalls that contained a comfortable sofa and two chairs, all with a intricate flower design.  Sighing, Jennifer plopped down on the couch, sliding her feet out of the painful high heels and curling herself into a small ball.  Tears spilt silently over her face as she thought quietly about the last two months – her first months at the WWE, but more pacifically, how her brother and his group had treated her.

_       Why was I even expecting them to apologize?  …Or care?  It's not like it's the first time they've hit me…_she thought quietly.  The first few shows had been fun.  Everyone in the group had been nice to her and all, but now they just "accepting" her.  _Accepting me like some sort of a rag doll to win them matches_, she added bitterly in her head, thinking about the past month.  She had won them some matches, a la distraction, but then…  When they tried to go further – to dismantle their opponents – she tried to stop them, to keep them decent, whatever.  _It's not like that worked.  What – Hunter shoved me to the mat once, Flair hit me twice, and Batista hit me… _she trailed off in her thoughts, leaving her sentences unfinished, trying to push the thoughts out of her head, but they remained fresh in her mind, causing an extra round of tears to smear her make-up more.  Quickly, she glanced around the corner to the stalls that were freakishly empty.  Jennifer reached her hand to her skirt and gently tugged it down a few inches, revealing tanned skin, a thong strap, and several circular bruises.  She gently pressed one of them, wincing immediately.  _Damn you Batista_, she thought angrily as the door began to creep open.  Jennifer quickly let go of the skirt and wiped her eyes, staring at the door, which had revealed a concerned Trish Stratus.  Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief.

       "Jen!" Trish cried out, sitting next to Jennifer quickly, giving her a quick hug.  "Are you all right?  I saw what happened in the ring," she added as an afterthought.

       Jennifer sniffed in reply and mumbled, "I'm okay.  I look like crap though," she added, making a face.  Trish smiled, grasping her purse, rummaging through it.  

       "C'mon.  Tell me what happened," said Trish, finding the tiny bottle of make-up remover that she carried around.  Finally, Jennifer related the story to Trish, the only person who'd actually been nice to her in the WWE. 

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A/N:  Stupid, I know.  I promise that it will get better next chapter!  Oh, and I'm only doing RAW shows at the moment, and they don't follow the storylines in the real shows unless I say so later.  I hope you liked it so far.  Please review!!


	2. Chapter II

A/N:  Hi everyone!  I just wanted to say that every chapter is 1 RAW is War show, unless told otherwise.  So, here's the second show that I'm writing, or rather, typing about.  Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!  Please review!

Disclaimer:  1st chapter. 

Characters:  Evolution (HHH, Flair, Randy, and Batista), Jeff Hardy (He's gone, but I refuse to stop writing about him!), Trish Stratus, Victoria, Stacey, Rob Van Dam, Y2J, and many others.  

Summary:  Jennifer, Hunter's younger sister, has been valeting for Evolution for 2 months, and receiving the physical end of it.  When she breaks things off with Evolution, will she be able to achieve her dream, becoming a wrestler, or will Hunter go to all odds to prevent her?

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Through Glass Shards

Chapter 2

RAW is War

                Jennifer trudged alongside her brother as he and Flair, who Jennifer liked to call "Hunter's wart", talked about Hunter's match for the night.  The brunette shifted Hunter's bag to her left shoulder, and then tightened the straps of her backpack quietly.  

                "So Jericho is all upset about how you kept coming into the match early on, so Bischoff scheduled a rematch," Hunter said, clearly annoyed at the GM as he spoke, "for the title."

                Flair rolled his eyes, "When is he going to get that no one can beat you?" he praised, thinking about a way to get Hunter out of the match so that he wouldn't have to risk the match anyway.  Jennifer sighed to herself quietly.

                "The only reason no one beats you is because you cheat," she mumbled under her breath.  Hunter, however, caught her remark.

                "What did you just say?" he demanded.  

                "Nothing," replied Jennifer through gritted teeth, "Just saying that the GM can bring whatever he has, and you'll still have the title."  Her brother gave her an odd look before returning to his conversation with Flair.  Sighing, Jennifer looked up at the ceiling, boredom evident in her eyes.  As they walked, she proceeded to put her dark brown hair – that usually fell just beyond her shoulders – into a loose ponytail.  As she looked around the familiar path of twisting hallways, she saw a few of the arriving wrestlers.  Of course, she knew all of them.  Not as friends, or even enemies.  Hunter caught her glances at the wrestlers, warning evident in his eyes.  Jennifer sighed quietly once again – a new habit since joining the WWE – and diverted her gaze.  Just to make her time worse, her brother decided to judge who she could hang out with.  She was lucky that Hunter didn't throw that much of a fit about her hanging out with Trish.  

                "What else is on the roster for tonight?" questioned Jennifer absentmindedly as she picked at her nails.  She, however, did catch Hunter's odd gaze.  "Just wondering what quality matches I get to match," she mumbled.  Hunter rolled his eyes at her, and searched his pockets.  Finally, he handed Jennifer a crumpled piece of paper.  Jennifer sighed, skimming past the RAW emblem and the usual text about if you wanted to change the match, and went straight to the matches.  The first match was Trish versus Victoria for the Women's Championship, and she was – of course – rooting for Trish.  The other matches were thought to be boring – by Jennifer, anyway.  "Hey," she said to her brother and Flair, stuffing the sheet of paper into the pocket of her low-rider jeans.  "I'm going to go talk to Trish for a bit before her match, all right?" 

                "Whatever," replied her brother, miffed at being interrupted.  

                Jennifer tried to hide the wicked smile that claimed her face as she darted down the hallways, looking for someone…but not Trish.

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                Like déjà vu, the two men rampaged on each other, flying with their attacks still.  The match had been going for nearly three minutes and neither of the men was backing down.  Jennifer slapped the mat, waiting for her chance.  In light of their plan, she had simply worn brown cargo pants and a black HHH tee shirt.  She was in a relatively good mood so far, Trish had won her match and Bischoff hadn't tried anything stupid, but she hoped it would last for the night.  Her nerves were on edge as Hunter kneed Chris Jericho in the mouth.  She cheered and the fans showed the opposite emotion.  Finally, the moment she had been waiting for arrived. 

                "Distract the ref," Jennifer whispered quickly to Flair as she sprinted to the announcer.  She pushed Lillian away gently and grasped the blue steel chair firmly in her hands.  By the way she was standing, she faced Hunter's back as he struggled up in front of Jericho.  As soon as Flair leapt to the apron, she slipped into the ring.  Hunter turned, and, seeing her, smiled smugly, knowing that she was there to win his match.  Of course, Hunter wasn't known for his smarts.  Jennifer pulled the chair as far as she could back and whirled it into Hunter's face.  The whiplash from the abrupt stop of the motion shook her forearms, but Jennifer held onto the chair tightly and nodded at Jericho, who simply lay down on the mat like he had been hit with the chair too, so when the ref turned he couldn't disqualify Jericho.  Jennifer slipped out of the ring as Flair stopped distracting the ref and came after her.  Bad decision.  As he began to scream and yell at her, she slammed the chair into the side of his face, knocking him to the ground as the ref finished the count.

                …2…3!  Jennifer yelled in joy, climbing into the ring once again, raising a sweaty Jericho's hand in victory.  She braved a look down at Hunter.  His forehead was pricking with blood as he lay there, opening and closing his eyes repeatedly.  The brunette smiled as Y2J flaunted his newly won title, and gave her a quick thank-you hug.  

                I did it! Jennifer thought to herself proudly.  She raised her arms at her own victory as she heard the vague sound of fans cheering.  As Jericho sat on the ropes, politely waiting for her to leave, Jennifer looked down at her shirt and scowled.  She quickly ripped it over her head, revealing her chest and black bra.  The brunette balled the shirt up and threw it at Hunter's almost motionless body.  The fans cheering, her heart pounding, her pride raising…it was all ruined by one particular song that blasted through the arena, shattering the best moment of her life.  

                "Cut the music!" an angry voice shouted to the backstage people.  Jennifer's heart pounded feverishly in her chest.  She couldn't think of any situation where Eric Bischoff came out to the ring that ended in the word 'good'.  Jericho stood off the ropes and stared at Bischoff.  "Who the HELL do you think you are?" Eric shouted, his face starting to turn an angry red, "You have NO RIGHT to interfere in the title match, you BITCH!"  Bischoff, caught up in his anger, didn't know what he just started.  As soon as he swore, Jennifer's anger spiked over his level.  She had been called that more or less by Evolution too many times, and never stood up for herself.  

                "What the fuck is your point Bitch-Off?" she snapped, narrowing her eyes warningly as she snatched a microphone from a stagehand.  He sneered at her.

                "You're FIRED!" he shouted, the veins in his throat bulging, "FIRED!"  

                Chris Jericho watched the exchange warily, feeling a bit guilty as the fans screamed, deafening the three.  He watched Hunter roll out of the ring, making sure he wouldn't attack Jennifer from behind.  

                "Unless," Bischoff was continuing, "You want to meet me in my hotel room tonight and…" he raised his eyebrows suggestively, "show me why I should keep you in the WWE."  Jennifer twisted her waist, looking behind her as if thinking for a second, before raising her hand, and sticking her middle finger up at Bischoff.

                "Is that your age or your I.Q?" he thundered.

                "It's the amount of teeth you're going to have if you fire me!" she responded heatedly into the microphone.  Bischoff's response was cut short by a certain co-manager of RAW on the Titan Tron.  The two engaged into a series of "She's fired!" and "She's Hired!".  Jennifer watched on, her scowl deepening.  

                "How about we settle this in a match?" Austin was the first this time to figure out a go-between.  "Jennifer," he announced, "versus Molly Holly for her job?"  And before Bischoff could respond, "That's the bottom line, 'cause Stone Cold said so!" he shouted, his face abruptly gone from the Titan Tron.  Bischoff couldn't argue, so he instead sent a loathing look at Jennifer.

                "Jennifer," he sneered coldly, "Since you like to strip so much," his gaze settled on her breasts as he spoke, "It will be a Bra and Panties match-up!"  The crowd cheered as Bischoff left, actually happy with one of his decisions.  Jennifer turned to Jericho, her anger suddenly gone.

                "I can't wrestle," she whispered, "How am I supposed to beat Molly?" Jericho looked at her, thinking quietly.  

                "C'mon," he pulled the ropes open once again.  

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                Jennifer stared at Trish, embarrassed.  "This is so not going to work!" she wined.  Trish, however, circled around Jennifer, and clapped her hands once when she was done.

                "Jen, there is no way in hell that stiff is going to get these clothes off of you," she announced proudly.  Jennifer distressed further.

                "I look – I mean…  There's no way I'm wearing this!"  The outfit that Trish had picked for the match actually did look great on Jennifer.  She was wearing blue-dyed leather pants that were tight but somewhat comfortable.  On the outside of the leg, the material was gone, and instead white string held the material up as it crossed in X patterns, revealing her tan skin.  And then there was the halter-top that went down to the point just before her ribcage ended, and showed off her abs.  The top was blue with a white trim, and quite a few straps on the back.  Jennifer's scowl deepened, "If Molly doesn't kill me then embarrassment will."  

                Trish sighed.  "Come on Jen," she moaned, "You've got a great figure and it's time you showed it!"  Jennifer sent her a horrified look.  The Canadian Diva just smiled back at her.  "You don't have time to change," she pointed out insolently.  There was only a half an hour before her match started, because the title match had been early on.  "Plus, Jericho and I have to help you with your moves."  Jennifer moaned as Trish grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the locker room.  Jericho stood outside, tapping his foot as he waited for the two girls to come out of the ring.  His jaw threatened to drop as Trish dragged Jennifer out of the room.  

                "Wow," he said, "You look great."  A flush rose to Jennifer's face and Trish elbowed her knowingly in the shoulder.  Jennifer scowled at Trish, who just smiled back.  

                "Let's go Jerky," Trish said, fast walking toward the warm-up ring.  Jennifer passed Jericho an odd look before jogging after Trish.  

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                Jennifer wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand.  She watched as Jericho guzzled some water.  As she stretched she still studied him quietly.  He moved fluidly back into the warm-up ring before passing Jennifer a glance, sending in involuntary shiver down her spine.  Shaking her head as he climbed through the ropes, Jennifer wondered to herself.  He passed as such an arrogant jerk in the arena, and she had always believed it.  But then why was he acting so sweet backstage?  The brunette sighed again before crawling back into the ring and undergoing another "lesson".  She sighed after they were done.  It seemed to be going way to fast.  Just twenty minutes ago she had betrayed the group that had helped her into the WWE.  Just twenty minutes ago she had betrayed her own brother.  And now she was getting ready for a match.  A match!  

                "Jennifer?" a messenger called, "Your match is on after this commercial break."  Jennifer passed her horrified gaze from Chris to Trish.  

                "I'm coming," she told the messenger shakily.

                "And I'm coming with you," Jericho announced suddenly.  Jennifer turned around to face him, a quizzical look on her face that clearly wondered why.  "No telling what your brother or Evolution will do," he shrugged as Jennifer slowly nodded.  Trish hugged Jennifer quickly.  

                "Good luck, babe," Trish said.  "You'll win.  Molly's a stiff.  She probably won't show up."  

                "Thanks," she murmured in reply, and as soon as she knew it, she was making her way to the curtains.  Jennifer shook her head.  She was scared…again.  Why was it always _her _that was scared?  She never used to be afraid of anything, but…  This time Jennifer shook her head with resolve.  The old Jenny was back.       

                As Jericho's music struck, he looked down at Jennifer.  For a few moments she had seemed scared and vulnerable, but as she walked out into the spotlight, she seemed to harden and move swifter, more graceful and care free.  She felt as if any second she would drop to the steel ramp, but she successfully hid her feelings.  As she slid under the ropes into the ring, raising her arms and posing for the numerous cameras, Molly started to attack her from behind.  At Chris's warning, she whirled around and lifted her foot swiftly, slamming it into Molly's jaw.  The bell rang.  

                Jennifer grabbed Molly up by her hair, but Molly kneed her in the gut and she doubled over.  Molly tried to grasp Jennifer's top, but Jenny grabbed her legs and back dropped her.  As Jenny went down to rip off Molly's shirt, the former Women's Champion kicked her in the jaw and stood up and then grappled with Jennifer.  Molly ended up being shoved into the ropes.  As she flung back, Jennifer grabbed Molly's hair and flung her across the mat.  Quickly, she ran to Molly and picked her up.  Molly, however, got her strength back and shoved Jennifer toward the turnbuckle.  Jennifer climbed it quickly with her feet and glanced back just once to see if Molly was still standing near the turnbuckle.  With that reassuring thought, she leapt off of it and caught Molly in a swinging DDT.  The brunette let out a small yelp of pain as she slammed against the mat.  Quickly, she crawled to Molly and began to rip off her white shirt.  She gave one last tug, and the shirt slid off, revealing Molly's gray bra.  The crowd cheered.  Molly, in horror, clutched at her chest, looking for her shirt.  Jennifer tossed her shirt to the crowd happily before turning back to Molly once again.  She was rapidly running out of ideas for the match as she exchanged right hooks with her opponent.  Finally, as Molly knelt down from a vicious knee to the ribs, Jennifer placed her head between her legs, and relaying on her arm strength, she swung Molly up onto her shoulders.  The brunette staggered under the weight on her shoulders.  Jennifer finally pushed Molly off her shoulders onto the mat.  Once she was down, Jennifer grabbed the waistband of the velvet pants and tried to tug them off, but Molly kicked Jennifer in the jaw, making her stumble backwards.  Molly struggled to her feet and once again traded punches with Jennifer.  This time, she got the upper hand and suplexed Jennifer, crushing her back against the mat.  Molly continued to keep the upper hand for the match, and worked on Jennifer's back.  When Jennifer went down once again, Molly grasped her top, purposefully digging her nails into Jennifer's back as she did so, and tugged it off.  Because of her delay in taking off Jennifer's top, she had to struggle to stay on the top of the match.  Jennifer was strong, but Molly was a former Women's Champion and didn't go down easy, and was vicious onto her back.  Finally, Molly made a mistake.  She shoved Jennifer to the ropes.  Jennifer, knowing that she had to do something, ran at full sprint to Molly.  When she was a foot in front of Molly, she leapt off of the mat and slammed her shoulder into Molly's ribs.  The pain that racked through Jennifer's left shoulder would leave her effectively crippled for the rest of the match if she didn't end it.  The spear that she had performed had stunned Molly in the least.  Quickly, dragging herself to Molly with her right arm, Jennifer ripped off the velvet pants.

                "The winner, Jennifer Helmsly!" Lillian, the announcer, cried after the bell rang.  Chris Jericho slipped into the ring and congratulated Jennifer happily.

                "Oh my god…" Jennifer said, wide-eyed as Molly left, trying to shield herself from the cameras.  

                "What?" Chris asked, concerned for a second before Jennifer continued.

                "Look at her underwear!" she laughed.  Sure enough, Molly was wearing grandma-style underwear.  Chris smiled as the ref raised Jennifer's hand in victory.  The smile displayed proudly on Jennifer's face dropped immediately as a certain music clip that she had previously walked out for, for two months, struck.  Her stance grew stiff as her brother, Randy Orton, and Ric Flair sauntered to the ring.  Chris edged in front of Jennifer oh-so-slightly. Seeing the microphone in Hunter's hand, Jennifer motioned for herself.  As Lillian handed her one, ¾ of Evolution stepped into the ring.

                "Good job, Jen," Hunter said, his voice dripping of mock sweetness.  He moved for a hug, but Jennifer took a sharp step backward, her steely glare never moving from him.  

                "What do you want from me?" she snapped into the microphone as the fans cheered for this confrontation.  Randy took the microphone from Hunter.

                "Why did you betray us?" he asked angrily, "You owe us everything!  WE were the ones that took you into the WWE, and what do you do, you betray us!"  Jennifer remained icily silent, "Fuck you!  You can just suck it!" Randy cried in anger.

                "Sorry, I choke on small objects," replied Jennifer lazily.  She glanced at Hunter.  "Are you done?  I've got a win to celebrate."  The look on Hunter's face that used to make her shrink came back.  This time Jennifer stood tall as she sighed into the microphone.  "I'm done," she cried, "D-O-N-E!"

                "You're done when I say you're done!" howled Hunter, lunging for Jennifer.  Jericho, however, met his assault.  Soon enough, a full-out attack had struck.  Flair and Randy started to pound onto Jennifer, until Trish Stratus and Jeff Hardy jogged the ring.  Jennifer, as she regained her strength, helped Trish put Flair away as Jeff attacked on Randy.  Jeff, Trish, Chris, and Jennifer were mostly winning until Batista ran to the ring after being cleaned up from his hardcore match with Rob Van Dam – to which he lost.  Sure enough, as Batista finished off Jericho and Jeff and Evolution began to go after Trish and Jennifer, RVD sprinted to the ring.  He knocked off the sore Hunter and Randy, seeing as Flair was still lying on the outside.  But by the time he had finished off the two pro wrestlers, Batista had thrown Trish over the ropes and had power-bombed Jennifer harshly to the mat, purposely doing it so she landed on her left shoulder.  Jeff and Jericho recovered in time to help Rob put Batista away.  Jennifer worriedly and painfully slid out of the ring, landing on her knees, and struggled to Trish's side.  She was unmoving after being tossed over the ropes.  Soon the others joined her.  Jericho helped Jennifer up the ramp – as she clutched her shoulder – and as Jeff carried Trish to the back.  RVD trailed back, looking at both of the girls in concern.  Jennifer strayed one look back at the destroyed Evolution, and smiled weakly.

                _'At least I won the match,' _she thought quietly.

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A/N:  HOLY CRAP!  Do you guys know how long this chapter is?  Try like 3 thousand 200 or something.  In the future, I won't be making any extra long chapters unless I feel like it.  I'm probably going to do what I usually do and make my chapters close to 2,000 words or 1,500 words.  I hope this is okay with you guys.  Do you like where the story is going?  Sorry if it wasn't that detailed, I did this over a long period because I've been way too busy lately.  If it isn't too much trouble, will you guys check out my other wrestling story "Dangerous Business" and check that out also?  Please and thank you.  I have to leave now – my brother needs the computer and I have to go and run to practice for my track meet tomorrow.  Hopefully we will beat Carmen!  Peace and Love,

LittleKnux2008 


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